The first contact between the world of magic and the world of Cultivators had begun.
Although there was no time to change her clothes, the Magic Queen from an alternate dimension had her own elegance and majesty.
Countless golden horns and all kinds of musical instruments flew out of Emerald and lined up in two rows in midair, as if an invisible band was playing a magnificent march.
Even in the vacuum of space, the music was still spreading out in the form of golden ripples.
Below Theresa's feet, a red carpet made of magic of the light class appeared, too, extending from Jade all the way to God of Fist like a zigzag piece of red silk.
Theresa walked down the red carpet with her chest puffed out and her face full of pride.
"I am the ruler of the Bloody Battle Demons, the liberator of the Glorious World, the destroyer of the Swallowing Beasts, the operator of the largest and most powerful cannons, the captain of Jade, and the Crimson Queen II. You may call me Her Majesty."
She looked at the stars and said casually, "I come from a world of magic that you cannot understand. I'm here for peace and friendship at the request of an old friend, 'Han Te'."
In the command center of God of Fist …
Looking at the magical girl who was trying to look intimidating on the light beam, the Coloured Glaze frowned. She pondered for a long time but still failed to understand what was going on. "But aren't you Han Te?"
"How did you know?"
Theresa blurted out subconsciously. Then she realized that it was not right and hurried to cover her mouth. She stammered, "No, I mean, who — who said that? I'm not Han Te. I'm not. I didn't. You're talking nonsense!"
"I saw you transform just now," the Coloured Glaze said.
"… Can you see my face clearly? Is it not blurry at all?" Theresa found it hard to believe. She turned around and glared at Jade.
"Of course I can. Although my eyes are covered, we grew up together after all, alright? How can I forget your nose, your mouth, your ears, and the shape of your face?"
The Coloured Glaze said matter-of-factly, "You're calling yourself 'Star Cannon King' when your voice hasn't changed at all. Also, of all the people I know, you're the only one who's ever learned magic and swore to be the Star Cannon King, Han Te!"
"Coloured Glaze, you still remember that we were childhood sweethearts. Wuwuwu, I'm so touched."
Having just turned back into Theresa, it was easy for her to lose control of her emotions under the influence of hormones. She was very emotional, and it wasn't until her tears fell that she realized that something was wrong. Theresa waved her hands desperately. "No, I'm really not Han Te. I'm just, uh, Mr. Han Te's friend!"
"Friends? That's impossible. 'Theresa Han', isn't it just a case of reversing your name and making it more feminine? "
The Coloured Glaze looked at the magical girl's tattered court dress suspiciously and still did not understand. "Han Te, how did you become like this? Could it be … Oh, I get it now. Could it be that you've been suppressing yourself in front of me in the Pangu universe and were too embarrassed to reveal your true orientation? You even tried to cover it with the mask of a 'playboy', and it was only when you went to the other world that you completely broke free from the shackles and set yourself free and found the path that belongs to you?"
"No way!"
Theresa was so angry that she stomped her feet. "I'm not! I've always been a playboy. No, Mr. Han Te has always been a playboy. No, that's not right either. Aiya!"
She was rendered speechless. She pursed her lips and felt wronged.
"Is it not?"
The Coloured Glaze was suspicious. Her eyes glanced between the magical girl and the powerful and mysterious Emerald. Soon, her pretty face was covered with anger. "If it's not voluntary, was it forced? Han Te, tell me, did the evil forces of this mysterious world do something outrageous to you? Did they imprison, ravage, and transform you, turning you into … such a different person? "
The Coloured Glaze's mind raced.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
Instantly, a long story of two million words appeared in her mind.
There were also countless hair-raising pictures.
They were all the kind that would make Li Yao blush when he saw them.
The Coloured Glaze was furious. Her voice was trembling with anger. "Damn it, these guys in the magical world are all perverts. How could they torture you like this? Han Te, don't be afraid. If you're controlled, blink your eyes now. I'll save you even if it costs me my life! "
"No, no."
Theresa covered her face, not knowing how to explain. "I wasn't forced. Okay, maybe at first it was a little …"
"A little at first, and then you got used to it?"
The Coloured Glaze gritted her teeth. "That's impossible. The Han Te I know is a strong man. Although he's usually a little unreliable, at critical moments, he'll definitely stick to his own path. There's no way he could get used to this kind of thing. You must have been forced. Oh, I understand. It's hypnosis, it's magic brainwashing!"
"No, it's not brainwashing!"
Theresa couldn't help but scream. "Coloured Glaze, please don't be so imaginative. I'm really, no, Han Te!"
"Then how do you know my name?" The Coloured Glaze asked.
"…" Theresa was speechless.
"It's okay. Take your time to think about it. I can wait."
The Coloured Glaze sighed. "Han Te, you're my childhood friend, my best friend. No matter what you become, our friendship will never change. So, please trust me absolutely. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you can tell me without reservation. I'll help you wholeheartedly.
"It's neither voluntary nor forced, and I'm not brainwashed. What's going on? I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it!"
The Coloured Glaze widened her bright eyes and looked at Theresa with great curiosity.
Theresa couldn't take it anymore.
She really wanted to cross the communication channel and cover the Coloured Glaze's mouth with her little fist.
"I'll say it again, for the last time. I'm not Han Te. I'm the Crimson Empress Theresa from the Bloody Battle Demon Realm and the Glorious Mortal World!"
The magical beauty said angrily. "If you keep asking, there'll be diplomatic friction!"
"Okay."
The Coloured Glaze thought for a moment. "If you're not Han Te, then where's Han Te? Why didn't he return to the Pangu Universe? Logically speaking, if Han Te really discovered the Magic World, he should've come back with you and acted as a middleman, right? "
Theresa was already prepared for this question.
She put on a sad expression. "It's like this. Of course, Mr. Han Te also wants to return to his hometown and see Miss Coloured Glaze and other loved ones. However, he's injured."
"Injured?" The Coloured Glaze was stunned.
"That's right. Mr. Han Te is really a super hero who can shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry. His personality is so glorious that it can't be described with words. In order to unify the Bloody Battle Demon Realm and liberate the Glorious Mortal World, he's sacrificed too much."
Theresa said, "Especially in the final battle with the Devourer. In order to save hundreds of millions of innocent girls, he gambled everything he had. While defeating a strong enemy, he was also seriously injured. Whether it's me or all the people in the Magic World, we all admire him very much.
"Of course, his life isn't in danger, and the medical technology in the Magic World is very strong, so you don't have to worry too much. He only needs to rest for a while and he'll recover as good as new. When he comes back, he'll be reunited with Miss Coloured Glaze."
"He's been severely injured …"
The Coloured Glaze was deep in thought.
All the clues were linked together like pearls.
Her eyes widened, and her gaze gradually moved from Theresa's chest to her crotch.
Staring at Theresa's crotch, the Coloured Glaze's gaze changed from suspicion to shock.
She took two steps back, covered her mouth, and couldn't help but burst into tears. "So that's how it is. I, I understand everything now. Han Te, you, you're seriously injured, no wonder …"
"Like I said, he's not Han Te."
Theresa was still confused. Scratching her head, she said in embarrassment, "However, Mr. Han Te will certainly be very happy to see that Miss Coloured Glaze cares about him so much."
"As long as he's happy. As long as he's happy."
The Coloured Glaze nodded with tears in her eyes and managed a smile. "You should be happy as a human being. No matter — no matter what setbacks you encounter, how serious your wounds are, or how precious … you've lost, you should never be frustrated or desperate. You can still change your direction and start over!"
"You're not wrong, but why do I feel that Miss Coloured Glaze's eyes are weird … Where are you looking at?"
It was not until then that Theresa finally realized what was going on. She could not help but clamp her legs together. "It's not the kind of injury you think!"
"I understand. I understand. It's definitely not that kind of injury."
The Coloured Glaze nodded quickly.
Time flies. She was no longer the innocent little girl in the Land of Sins years ago. She had understood everything that she needed to understand. "Rest assured. You know me. I'm not the kind of person who likes to gossip. I won't tell anyone."
"What do you mean you don't like to gossip? What do you want to gossip about exactly?"
Theresa was so angry that she was shaking her head. "Also, when did I know you? As I said, I'm not Han Te!"
"Yes, yes, yes. You are not Han Te. You are … Theresa, the Crimson Queen. That's the name, isn't it? There's no problem."
The Coloured Glaze patted her chest and promised, "I will testify for you. You are Theresa, not Han Te. I died yesterday. From today on, let's forget about Han Te and start over as sisters for the rest of our lives."
"Who wants to be your sister? I already have a harem of sisters in the world of sorcerers, alright?"
Theresa felt like crying. "Coloured Glaze, fine. I admit that I — I am Han Te, but it's really not what you think. About my injury …"
"There's no need to explain. Everybody has secrets, and everybody has bloody internal injuries that cannot be revealed."
The Coloured Glaze said considerately, "We are good friends. Friends should be trusted and supported no matter what they become. From now on, nobody is allowed to mention 'Han Te', much less Han Te's injury. Whoever mentions it will be furious!
"All in all, in any case, welcome home, Han … Theresa!"
The Coloured Glaze wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes. With a brilliant smile, she hugged the exasperated magical girl on the light beam.
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